Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Friday 23 December 2011

It's amazing

how we fall for smiles
even though they have
so often
been picked up from the floor
and rinsed like false teeth.

Often men mount women
from behind
so as not to have to face them,
or kiss them...
around them
a withered wreath.

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